The sands fall in the glass,
Falling with slow-moving haste.
Grain by grain,
They pile up high,
Revealing the time that's gone by.
Grain by grain,
Slipping down slow,
Diminishing the time yet to be.
Grain by grain,
Counting down days,
Piling higher and higher still.
Grain by grain,
Inexorably falling,
Fall slowly, sands of time.
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